obfusc8

7.20-8am Long LD
There's no HI or shaking or anything, I'm lying in bed and get the feeling something is not quite right and decide to sit up. Instantly my vision is blurry and distorted. I pinch my nose and try to breathe to confirm this is a dream. The dream is still very unstable as I stand up and move out of the bedroom. Attempts to stabilise by rubbing hands doesn't do much.

The upstairs of the house is very different to RL. The hallway is much larger and has a glass divider next to the stairs. The lack of clarity is pissing me off now, so I punch it. The glass gets a satisfying indent and spiderweb pattern of broken safety glass. I punch it a few more times until the glass is covered in cracks. It is still holding together though. I let out a primal roar and one final super punch which destroys the glass, the wall, and both collapse into the stairway.

I start wandering through the unfamiliar house trying to think of tasks or goals but nothing productive springs to mind. In the next room a woman with long dark hair greets me enthusiastically, with a kiss. Well, I'm not going to complain. One thing leads to another. We end up going back to the bedroom and having sex, but as this progresses the dream becomes unstable. Things go black temporarily.

The visuals reform as a walled garden. Ivy crawls all over the stonework and the walls reach up about 20m into the sky. The ground is covered in overgrown plants too, left to run wild. The garden has a few animals living in it too - deer and many birds. I call one of the birds down and hold my arm out. A falcon swoops down and lands on my outstretched wrist. Cool. I stop and stare at the bird for a while, and it eyes me back before taking off and soaring up into the sky.

I follow the falcon, flying over the walls to leave the garden. Beyond it are smooth, new looking tarmac roads. A group of teenagers are sitting and chatting at the entrance to a small building. Well, roads this smooth almost demand to be driven. So I summon a motorbike in my usual way: Fake it by sitting in the air, arms out, hands gripping imaginary bars. Twist the throttle and make the noise!

After a few seconds the motorbike appears and I glide down the road which turns uphill and then curves back down in some glorious ramps, although the bike is a cruiser and not really suitable for doing tricks. To get it to move a bit faster I change into a sportsbike riding position (ya know, frog on a hoover - crouched, arse in the air, arms forward, hugging the tank)

The shift in position creates a big difference in speed but without the adrenaline hit of sudden acceleration you'd get in RL. Still, it's fun, and the road is twisty, and there's no cars or police to spoil it. I stop at the top of a hill and while looking at the rolling English countryside, recall the task about being in a desert.

So I try to spin and teleport. Visuals go black, but the scene reforms looking like a town square. I'm aware of the armor plates in my bike jacket that has appeared on me, which reminds me of another task to wear armor.
"Summon chainmail." I say out loud, looking at the ground and expecting some to appear.
Instead, a young woman with shoulder length blonde hair walks towards me.

You know how a woman looks wearing a man's T-shirt - it's oversized, baggy, yet somehow super sexy? That. Except she is wearing chainmail over a white sweater. I can't help but grin and enjoy the moment.
"How about you take that off?" I say, indicating the chainmail shirt.

She slips the chainmail over her head and hands it to me. I pull it over my head and get my arms through the right holes - the bike jacket has disappeared automatically. The chainmail feels heavy.
"And how about taking that off too?" I ask the woman, pointing at the white sweater. She giggles and leads me off into the closest building. Once we are alone she is now wearing jeans, so I help her take them off. We start having sex. Everything is going great until she unexpectedly indicates she wants to stop.

She makes some comment about us being at it for two hours. Two hours? Not likely! (and I'll snip the rest, but basically I woke up 10 minutes after my alarm should have gone off. Can't help but think that some part of my brain knew the alarm should have gone off and that was why the woman thought we should stop.)